During the great war, four battleships of the Thirteenth Fleet were sunk, and ten battleships needed to be brought into port for overhaul, but now they still have some remaining manpower.

The senior sister originally thought of replacing the "advisory team" of the empire on board the Throne and the "interns" of the Toss Merchant Group with her own people, but both Yu Lian and Yang Xiyi thought it was unnecessary.

"There are 20,000 people on board, so it's impossible to keep it completely secret. Our mission is fair and aboveboard, so why bother being a villain in vain," Yu Lian said.

Yang Xiyi put it more clearly: "If Yu Lian succeeds, spreading it to the other party will be a success in a sense. If he fails, there will be no need for confidentiality."

What he said was quite reasonable, but it didn't sound very good when it came to Yu Lian.

Teacher Yang pulled the shells from the fortress cannon, and they were barely the same specifications as the main guns of the dreadnoughts. They ranged from kinetic energy armor-piercing shells to high-explosive shells to special shells, which were enough for the Throne to carry out two to three high-intensity battles.

Of course, if you want to use it smoothly, you do need to make some minor modifications.

Of course, this is actually not a problem for the omnipotent Xiao Hui.

However, she told Yu Lian: "Instead of using psychic energy and nanomachines to rub cannonballs, it is better to modify the rail gun."

"But in this way, it is equivalent to the hull itself having to bear the energy output of the fortress cannon. I am not worried about the hull falling apart in battle, but I am worried about the lifespan of the entire ship!"

"This is indeed a problem. But, brother Yu Lian, let me ask you a question, is this ship... yours?"
Chapter completed!