Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 637 - 556 Quasi-Legendary Battleship "Venus

Thud!

One warship after another in the massive fleet docked in succession, transferring nearly seven thousand Ilya immigrants who had been tossed around on the sea for almost fifteen days to the shore.

A large batch of "Bregentine-type Two-Masted Mixed Sail Ships" in the fleet also resumed their old trade. Although the environment was not as harsh as when they served as slave ships, each ship still crammed in nearly 300 people.

Hence, the immigration work, which had lasted for four months, was basically declared complete.

The total number of Ilya immigrants reached 46,000, accounting for nearly one-sixth of the current total population of 266,000 in the Georgia Territory (including 20,000 from the Arawak Clan and three Huron tribes).

However.

Aiven knew well the saying that one cannot become plump with one bite; if he continued to receive a large population in a short period, it would only cause indigestion.

Arranging such a large population is not as simple as just finding a piece of wasteland and throwing them there.

Transitional food, medicine, clothing, plantation areas, seeds, urban jobs, as well as supporting basic education, medical care, and water supply facilities must all be in place. Otherwise, it would only turn good intentions into bad results, causing the order within the territory to collapse.

"Maintain order, do not get separated, stay together as families!"

Under the leadership of the civil affairs officer, a group of clerks and administrative staff rushed onto the gangway at the first opportunity, loudly guiding this batch of immigrants, directing them to queue up in groups orderly at the port.

Having worked for four months, the administrative personnel were already well-accustomed to this process.

In fact, before the immigrants arrived, the household registration department and local managers had already decided on the destination of all of them according to their needs, with each group corresponding to its respective destination.

The Ilyans and Phaletis People share common beliefs, languages, and customs, and unlike the Atrean People, they do not face major hurdles in integrating into their new home.

Moreover, the longest-standing residents of the Georgia Territory have only been living here for about ten to twenty years, not even a full human generation. It won't take long before the concepts of Phaletis People and Ilyans disappear, leaving only Georgians.

After the groupings were completed.

Dr. Taylor, who had already rushed back, led his medical team and tended to those seriously ill patients who unfortunately contracted diseases during the long trek at the first opportunity. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Although it was already dusk, they were not immediately arranged to leave the port.

When the immigrants looked over in doubt.

Swish! Swish!...

At Aiven's signal, Gary waved the signal flag in his hand.

Apart from the two towering battleships "Storm Horn" and "May Wind" at the port, the privateer warships that had completed their missions were leaving the port one by one and re-forming in line on the sea.

Led by the Heavy Cruiser "Venus", three armed merchant ships equivalent to Level 5 ships, and sixteen "Bregentine-type Two-Masted Mixed Sail Ships" arranged in a single-file column.

They raised sails and circled the port once.

Most notably, the flagship "Venus" did not display a single crewman, yet actions like setting sails, taking down sails, adjusting angles, and steering were carried out smoothly, as if the entire ship was an enormous living being with conscious awareness.

In reality, this originally powerful battleship had indeed become half-alive.

Captain Anita, with two sparkling emerald earrings flashing on her crystal-clear white earlobes, connected her mind with the battleship. Using this extraordinary item to command, the "Venus" operated as if an extension of her body.

As the line formed a perpendicular line to the coast and slowly passed through the port, Anita conveyed her command through the Mind Network:

"All port-side cannon crews load solid shot, target the sea 100 meters ahead, ready, fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The orange-red cannon flames lit up the sea again, and gigantic white splashes soared into the sky. Amidst the thunderous roars, the whole port trembled.

The privateer fleet's total volley weight reached 2,300 pounds, comparable to two Level 1 Battleships.

After three consecutive rounds of volleys, light blue smoke linked into a misty cloud, as if the hot cast iron cannonballs would tear the sea into pieces.

"Ah!"

A wave of exclamations arose from the dense crowd on the shore.

The eyes of these immigrants, who were more refugees, young and old, were all sparkling with a glimmer—that was the light of hope!

This scene not only entered their eyes but was also imprinted on their hearts. The raging iron and fire not only shredded the sea but also easily washed away the anxiety and insecurity they endured in Buffalo.

"Only the strongest leaders can ensure people's stable lives."

Johnson, the militia captain, once saved by Billiver and who had already arrived in Georgia ahead of the others, also came here as the representative of the settlements. Watching the lord standing at the head of the pier, with a back tall and towering like a mountain, his heart settled like never before.

He would take back the overwhelming impression of his powerful new home to tell his family and every trusted fellow countryman.

"Coming to Georgia was the right choice for everyone!"

With keen senses capturing the voices among the crowd, Aiven smiled slightly; this was precisely what he wanted.

Just like when the Monkey King in Huaguo Mountain formed alliances with the Seven Sages and needed to pull out his rod for a grandeur display, it's the same principle here.