The endless sea made Xu Yichen feel relaxed from the bottom of his heart. Although he could feel that there were fish corrupted by chaos more than ten meters below the sea, the sea still made him feel calm when the waves were calm.

In reality, Xu Yichen has never boarded a boat or performed sea missions. The sea is not his territory. Xinhuaxia has another special team dedicated to sea operations, and they are doing well.

"The vast ocean, sea monsters that may appear at any time, and pirates, sailing warships, old-fashioned artillery, and endless rums." The captain of the ship walked to Xu Yichen: "If this is a beautiful dream, I will never wake up in my life."

The Dawn-class battleship is called Chaolu, which is a standard Dawn-class battleship that has not been modified. Because her current captain is a very old-school captain, I believe that the standard type is the best and most balanced.

In fact, most of the naval officers entering the game in the Loess Zone are old-school people. The navy of New China is undergoing a cross-age change in reality. The traditional navy is gradually being replaced. Those naval officers with strong acceptance are busy studying and adapting to their new warships.

After all, when you have the ability to create large spacecraft that meets the needs of both the atmosphere and outside the atmosphere, why should you continue to retain units that can only sail and cannot fly?

"Flying things do not belong to the navy." The captain muttered. He didn't look old, maybe he was just over forty, or maybe he was older. Many of these middle-aged officers had undergone minor intensive surgery to keep their bodies in their best condition.

"But our future battlefield may be wider. Forty years ago, the Navy did not distinguish between surface units and underwater units, and later merged." Xu Yichen did not take the wine bottle handed over by the captain. He did not like alcoholic beverages, which would damage his nervous system and reduce his reaction speed.

"That's different, comrade, completely different." The captain threw the wine bottle into the sea: "We were eliminated together like old equipment! New China Wansheng! I wish it to be stronger and stronger, but I still feel a pity that such a good ship, we have received so long training and spent so many years, but before it can officially take effect, we were notified that we were eliminated."

The captain's emotions suddenly broke out, but soon he calmed down: "You know, it's hard to find anyone to talk to here. The people around him are all young people. They can't understand the feelings of us old guys, but you are different from the political commissar. I know you are a veteran, who has been through the battlefield for a long time."

Xu Yichen didn't say anything, but just kept smiling, which was a default.

"They told me that I could continue to serve in the game, and I'm here." The captain patted the side of the ship and touched it hard, as if he was stroking his lover's skin: "If it weren't for this ship, I think I would have collapsed long ago."

"Captain, you need to be more relaxed. I am sure the navy will not disappear. It will be more brilliant than before. Not only the sea, but also the sky will be your territory." The Demon Hunter didn't know how to comfort a frustrated old navy, because he himself had never thought what would happen if he was forced to retire one day. Will he perform better than the captain?

The sea was still calm and the only thing that made Xu Yichen a little dissatisfied was that the fish polluted by chaos were everywhere. The faint smell of stench always surrounds his nose, even covering the fishy smell of the sea.

Fortunately, according to the captain, the more far away the environment is, the purer it is in the sea, and the less polluted by chaos. After all, the world has not yet completely fallen, and chaos is still giving priority to corruption of land civilization. This has been confirmed in the history of Silver Moon City. The elves of Silver Moon City have been safely safe at the bottom of the sea.

The indigenous people who were accompanying the ship were very satisfied with the large ships of the Seris and were very curious that such a huge warship had never appeared in the Far South before.

Several Youtonheims were observing the ship little by little on the deck. They were half a maritime nation and had the ability to make warships themselves, but their level was limited to simple large canoes, and naval battles were entirely driven by platoon combat.

"Have you ever seen such a big ship before? Haynes?" A big Jutton Heim stepped on the deck hard, and the deck solidified by magic brought out a metal texture: "I can't understand the structure of this ship, I try my best to remember, but we still can't build such a ship."

"Don't be too greedy, Tux, they master technology that we can never master. We should not expect such creation. This is the gift of the gods." The Yutonheim, named Haynes, is relatively petite in body, closer to the physique of ordinary humans.

He was a boatman among the Youtonheims, a newly emerging class among the Youtonheims. They were able to make large ships and polish wood, ensuring that tribal warriors could go out to fish and rob and provide sufficient food for the tribe.

This time, Haines went to the Cyris' country to learn more advanced techniques from them and learn how to make such scary ships. Of course, what Haines really wants to learn is how to make his tribe as powerful as the Cyris'.

Under the constraints of the Queen, the Amazons did not leave their cabins, but they also found things they were interested in in their cabins, such as various daily necessities made in the loess area, mirrors, soaps, glasses, etc., which were luxury accessories they had never seen before.

On the ship alone, these far south natives felt the prosperity and wealth of the Kingdom of Seris. Only the druids were not moved by the external environment. They were taking advantage of this precious opportunity to continuously measure the water samples in the sea.

The Ring of the Grassland did not expect that the marine environment would deteriorate so quickly. All the connections with the marine tribes were cut off. Of course, the magic potions dumped by the Seris in the sea also played a certain role. The druids who could transform into marine creatures dared not go into the water unless they wanted to commit suicide.

The silver-haired witch sat quietly on the lookout on the mast. She really liked sailing out of the sea. Although the last time she took a black ship was in prison, the black ship did save her from that nightmare island.

Efilar still stood up, stood on the mast with his toes, looking into the distance and shouted: "Searching for giant marine creatures!"
Chapter completed!