The broken crystal dust turned into a stream of light and flowed into the palm of the hand, flowing into the mysterious place along the mysterious link.

On the dome of the old royal court, a faint star suddenly bloomed, and the surging torrent of source matter formed a beam of light and poured into the throne below, making Cen Xing's eyes suddenly widen in reality.

An indescribable and magnificent force was injected out of thin air, flowing into every naval officer along the blood evil link as if they possessed wisdom.

Looking back in disbelief, Cen Xing vaguely seemed to understand where this power came from, and complex emotions surged in his heart.

Your Majesty, how much unknown authority do you still have?

You are a martial artist, where do you come from so much strength that is not doing your job properly?

But soon, Cen Xing felt relieved again. When he thought that he was his lord, no matter how bizarre things happened, they would become normal.

"Commander, where does this... where does this power come from?"

However, her subordinates who had little contact with Zhao Yinshun were not as calm as she was. They were all surprised and happy, with a hint of excitement mixed with fear.

"Don't panic, this is the power given to you by your Majesty, and it is a reward for your bravery in killing the enemy."

Waving his hand, Cen Xing calmly and softly comforted him, his will spread throughout the army along the blood evil link, and his skillful appearance quickly calmed down the restless army.

Say nothing more, Your Majesty is mighty!

Habitually shouting 666, the morale that was a little tired after the battle quickly recovered, and the entire fleet was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Ten minutes later, a stream of snow-white light shot into the flagship bridge, and Cen Xing, who was doing statistics after the battle, finally let go of his hanging heart.

Although she knew that her master was invincible, she still didn't trust him to deal with an entire Fuso navy led by three mythical ship spirits alone!

That's not what a fifth-level warrior should do!

However, the facts told her that she was still too young. Not only did her lord return unscathed, he also brought back a rich "trophy".

"Your Majesty."

"Well, what about losses?"

Straight past Cen Xing, bathed in the adoring eyes of many people on the bridge, Zhao Yinshun boldly took the captain's seat.

Although he had Jingguan's resilience, he still felt a little tired after several consecutive battles.

Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, Zhao Yinshun squinted his eyes, half asleep, listening to Cen Xing whispering next to him.

"Nine heavy cruisers were severely damaged, six of which were bombarded by the opposite holy battleship, and the other three were hit by hundreds of shells. The hulls were seriously damaged and need to be returned to the base for repairs."

"In addition, almost all warships have suffered varying degrees of damage, and it is expected to take at least a month to regain combat effectiveness."

"But fortunately, none of our warships were sunk, and the casualties were not large. The current statistics are only more than 1,100 people killed in action, and dozens more missing..."

After talking about his family's losses, Cen Xing's tone gradually became brisk.

"In addition, we sank a total of 29 enemy ships and captured 83, including one holy battleship, 31 heavy cruisers, 33 light cruisers, and 18 destroyers."

"Killed more than 20,000 enemy naval officers and soldiers and captured more than 30,000 people."

"…………"

After listening to Cen Xing's detailed report, Zhao Yinshun smiled, nodded, and asked softly.

"Well done, when will these captured battleships be incorporated into our battle order?"

Hearing this, Cen Xing pondered for a few seconds: "The damage to enemy ships is generally more serious than that of our army. Just repairing the hull will take a month or two. During this period, we can select the elite and refine the core of the ship spirit, and coupled with sea training,

It is expected that combat effectiveness will be initially formed in about three months."

"Three months..."

While muttering lightly, Zhao Yinshun rubbed his chin and stared at a huge map on the table.

On the map, Shen Liguo is divided into two different colors along the center line. To the north is the coalition of Damin and Shen Li, and to the south is Fusang and the Wanguo mercenaries.

Hmm... I originally thought I was taking the script of Imjin Japanese Rebellion, but I didn't expect that it turned into a script to fight against ugliness and support Korea?

That’s not right, the 50-year-old script has nothing to do with it, but now it’s the main character!

Is it Jiawu?

It doesn’t make sense, this “United Nations” army is really dancing now...

I heard that on Shenli's land, people burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil, and massacred the city at the slightest disagreement.

He also uses other people's common people to practice his own class progress. He looks like he wants to hold a sports meeting...

But the question remains, where did Fusang get so much money to hire talented saints from various countries to help him fight the war?

Even if you use "class feedback" as a temptation to attract those sons of God who have the power of war, what are the remaining guys who have nothing to do with the war?

Nodding his brows, Zhao Yinshun threw the chaotic thoughts behind his head and raised a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter which year the script is, it’s going to die anyway!

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