Reckless Through The New World

A little to the north of the West Sea, a small fleet was hurriedly rushing on its way with full sails.

The leader of this fleet is an old general with white hair and beard, but an unusually vigorous spirit. He has a pair of falcon-like eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes, and at a glance, he knows that he is a ruthless character. The scars on his face and hands further prove that he is not the kind of person who only makes others bleed and shrinks behind himself, and his strength must not be underestimated.

His name was Kansa, Kansa Thrace, and he was the Admiral of the Navy of the Kingdom of Thrace.

As a member of the Thracian family, the Marshal of Kansas is the same as His Majesty Charles, the current king, but he is much older than His Majesty Charles. He is nearly seventy years old, and he has fought and killed the enemy since he was a teenager. He has participated in almost every battle of the Thracian Kingdom over the years, from the previous king to the current king. Considering that His Majesty Charles is not in good health, it is estimated that in a few years, he may be able to insist on serving the next generation of kings for a few more years.

There are very few such veterans in the entire Thracian kingdom. Those of his contemporaries have either passed away or retired, and he is the only one who has always struggled on the front line, basking in the sun, soaking in rain, blowing sea breeze, and eating rotten vegetables on naval battleships.

Almost all the officers of the Thracian Navy today are his students. In the naval system, his prestige is so high that it is even above the king.

The old marshal leaned on the deck with his command knife and stared straight ahead, as if he had turned into a statue, not moving at all.

After a long time, he finally moved, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long have we been down?"

"About a day and a half." The adjutant who had been waiting beside him replied immediately.

The Kansas marshal snorted disapprovingly, without saying anything like "speed up."

Fighting is a serious business, and so is sailing. You can go wherever it is safe to go, and there is no room for speeding up. In wars since ancient times, I have only heard of those who seek to win with stability.

Stability is the consistent thinking of the Kansas Marshal. In fact, he used to be full of energy in his youth, and he once felt that "the soldiers are expensive and fast". But as he got older and experienced more wars, especially in command of the navy, and in many confrontations with the Pirate King, he became more and more aware of Barbarossa's power and paid more and more attention to the word "stable".

This time around Skull Island, the Thracian navy was only an auxiliary, and there was no need to rush forward. A little bit slower is not a bad thing.

(It’s a pity that the Sislin family refused to participate in this war. With the help of the sharpshooters of the Tiangong family, our combat power will definitely be greatly increased!)

Thinking of this, the Kansas Marshal's eyes flickered, but he was a little angry in his heart.

The Sislin family is also a famous Thracian family, and in terms of status, it is not under him in the slightest. In terms of qualifications, he was even more overwhelmed - when he was just a commando commander of the Thracian diving force, Emi Wei Sislin was already the captain of the archer corps commanding the Thousands. Later, she became a legendary powerhouse, leaving Kansa far behind.

Now that the Sislin family is located in the frontier, they can resist the undead dragon Doreno Kars for Thrace.

If this battle was only fought by Thrace himself, he could still recruit the Sislin family for reasons such as "safety". But this battle Thrace is only responsible, and there is no danger, so he can't imagine that the Sislin family does not come to participate in the battle.

Although he knew that the Sislin family would not come, it would not have any effect on the war situation, but he was extremely annoyed when he thought that another family and the Thracian kingdom were drifting apart.

(Alas! I don't know when Thrace will regain its former power!)

The old marshal who had experienced that short glorious era, although his body was still tall and straight, couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

He still remembered that when Aylanz was not yet independent, his uncle, the late king, His Majesty Richard was still there. At that time, Thrace swallowed Layton in the north and Molai in the south, and also had a large sphere of influence on the steppe, and even more so. It completely controls the mountainous areas to the south of the Orc Grassland, occupying almost one-third of the entire western land.

It's a pity that prosperity is only a passing glance. Today Thrace has less than half of the land at its peak. Alanz became independent, and the Kingdom of Layton recaptured the land that was cut off in the war. Even the orcs took away the Zhongnan Mountains on the grounds that "the lifeline cannot be controlled by outsiders".

Thrace is now, although it can be regarded as a big country, but the weakening of the country's power is obvious at a glance.

Just as the old marshal was reminiscing about the past and was grieved, a sharp sound suddenly came from the sky.

That is the Eagle Knight in charge of the investigation sounding the magic horn to warn!

He was suddenly startled, looked up, and saw a black spot dropping rapidly, and it fell to a height not far from the deck in a moment. The eagle knight in the cold-proof suit shouted in a young girl's unique voice: "Report to the marshal! There are three warships coming towards us from the southwest, and the speed is very fast!"

The Kansas marshal was surprised and asked, "Did you see what kind of ship it was?"

Eagle Knight shook his head.

"Continue to investigate!" He ordered the Eagle Knight to lift off again, and then ordered the entire army to prepare for battle.

Although I don't know who is coming, there is nothing wrong with being prepared for battle.

It is better to be a false alarm than to be caught off guard by the enemy!

After a while, the lookout hurried down from the mast and reported with a pale face: "Yuan... Marshal! It's a red... red beard!"

The Kansas Marshal frowned, full of doubts in his heart.

"Red Beard" naturally refers to the pirate king Barbarossa. In the world, he is the only one who uses the blood-stained red beard as a banner.

It's just... The Pirate King should be besieged by the army on Skull Island now. How could he leave Skull Island and come here?

What about the people in front of you? Are they already defeated? Or did they find no trace of the Pirate King at all?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said to the adjutant: "Use communication magic to contact Alanz, ask them about their situation, and inform them that we have encountered the pirate king's fleet!"

"As ordered!" The adjutant hurriedly ran to the cabin, while the old marshal still maintained the posture of leaning on the deck with his command knife, watching the three pirate warships that were approaching.

"Although I don't know why, you were able to break out of the encirclement, but... since you are here, don't leave!" He said to himself coldly, "Over the years, our Thracian navy and you Skull Island have After many battles, it's time for a final conclusion!"