Chapter 182 The Development of the North Sea Fleet
The young and simple faces of the fish-men tribe boys were gradually filled with expressions of shock and surprise.
They stood on tiptoes, their heads lying on the railing of the ship, and their eyes widened as if they had seen some incredible scene.
Everyone held their breath, dumbfounded, unable to say a word... completely shocked by the magnificence and splendor of the scene before their eyes.
Senior stood behind them, quietly looking at the huge and fortified military base gradually emerging on the sea in the distance, the emotions in his eyes were equally complex.
Because of the cooperation between the Don Quixote family and the North Sea Fleet, he serves as the only liaison and intermediary between the family and the North Sea Fleet. He has traveled in and out of the North Sea from the New World many times. This is not the first time he has come to the North Sea Navy's main base.
But no matter how many times he saw this military base with his own eyes, Senior felt an indescribable emotion and shock in his heart.
Compared with the dilapidated and ordinary branch of Branch 321 many years ago, after the development of the past two years, this supposedly ordinary naval base has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The towering city wall, more than fifty meters high, stands high above the sea level and is made of solid rock, completely surrounding the interior of the military base.
Inside the base, majestic military fortresses can be vaguely seen rising from the ground, with snow-white seagull flags flying on the gray-black domes.
One after another, dark and thick cannons protruded from the wide holes in the city wall, covering the sea surface in any direction with almost no blind spots. They were like the fangs and claws of giant beasts, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder.
Under the city wall of the military base, there is only one entrance and exit large enough to accommodate a warship. Under the shadow of the city wall, the dark waters are like the Styx leading to hell, which is daunting.
Around the base, there are several conventional combat warships of normal specifications, cruising around the surrounding waters, leaving white traces on the sea.
From a distance, this huge and fortified military fortress looks like a giant war beast that will never fall. The iron-blooded aura it exudes is enough to drive out all invading areas... and wipe them out!
"This is the Beihai Naval Base, Branch 321 of the Naval Headquarters."
Senor slowly exhaled a stream of white smoke from his mouth, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse.
"A subordinate branch of the Navy Headquarters?"
"This is just a branch. Does that mean the Navy Headquarters is even more powerful than this!?"
"This is amazing!"
"Has the military strength of the human world reached this level?"
"..."
The fish-men youths exclaimed in shock.
As far as they know, if a branch has such a sense of oppression... then how terrifying the headquarters must be. This is simply unimaginable to their limited knowledge.
Hearing their exclamations, Senior did not explain.
It was difficult for him to explain clearly that the Beihai Branch 321 was not an ordinary naval branch, and to some extent it had not much connection with the naval headquarters of the great waterway.
Malinfando's order may be able to mobilize troops from other sea areas, but in the North Sea... it will definitely not work.
The most frightening thing is that the Navy Headquarters is basically ignorant of all the changes in Branch 321 over the years.
No pirate ship can leave the North Sea unscathed without obtaining a pass from the North Sea Fleet.
Only caravans and ships that have obtained a North Sea Fleet pass can legally enter and leave the North Sea.
Even powerful caravans and even official ships of members of the participating countries are not allowed to come close to the 500 nautical mile radius of the 321 branch.
Once the regulations are violated, the North Sea Fleet will be directly sunk without any conditions.
Regarding this outrageous and rude regulation, most countries in the North Sea are happily complying with the offensive with large amounts of political donations.
As for those countries that are unwilling to comply, the wind will change when their domestic officials and dignitaries who oppose this policy die due to some "unexpected factors."
Pirates disappeared, trade was stable, shipping routes were stable, the economy and people's livelihood were developed... In fact, politicians and civilians in various countries in the North Sea will be very satisfied with the results of such "regulations".
In other words...
The North Sea has been completely blocked.
Even to this day, the name of the "King of the North Sea" is still like a huge shadow, forever shrouding the sky over this sea area.
Bring shock, stability, tranquility and absolute...order to this place!
Thinking of this, Senior took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Brace yourselves, we are about to enter the base passage."
"If you don't want to be shot dead on the spot, just stay calm and don't move."
He glanced at the young fishmen headed by Jinbei, who were all standing upright, not daring to take a breath, and silently added in his heart.
'After all, this is the headquarters of the most powerful fleet on the sea today...the North Sea Fleet! ’
Senior slowly took out a flare from his arms and fired it.
Suddenly, a fiery red light swayed its tail and soared into the sky from the merchant ship.
The few cruising conventional warships responded quickly and quickly came closer to guide the direction in an escort posture.
The merchant ship moved forward steadily, and the strict military base got closer and closer.
The towering city walls were getting closer and closer, casting huge shadows that swallowed up the merchant ships bit by bit.
While passing through the quiet passage, Jinbei, who has a relatively calm personality, quickly discovered something that made his hair stand on end.
The walls surrounding the passage were clearly loaded with strange weapons.
"That's a flamethrower, an electric shock gun, a repeating heavy machine gun..."
Senior walked to Jinbei's side and explained:
"...all are the most advanced weapon technology in the world today."
Jinbe scratched his head, not sure why.
He had never seen any of these weapons, not even a musket.
For the fishmen, they are not interested in firearms and trust the power of their bodies more.
In their view, the fishmen are born warriors, and their bodies are the most powerful weapons.
Seeing the confused and uneasy expressions of the fish-men tribe boys, Senior couldn't help but shook his head and sighed inwardly.
What's the point of explaining it to them yourself?
Maybe when they grow up in the future, they will know what this means.
High-tech weapons that other forces couldn't get hold of at great expense were only used to guard the North Sea Fleet.
This world is sometimes real and absurd.
These high-tech weapons are used to guard the gate.
This means that these are all eliminated products for them.
In their hands, they already have more sophisticated technological weapons.
For example...that kind of amazingly powerful laser cannon.
Still water runs deep.
The hundred-meter-long seawater entrance channel was quickly passed through.
The young fishmen felt that their eyes suddenly opened up, and they stared at everything in front of them with wide eyes.
Military forts stand one after another, wide avenues extend in all directions, and cars speed across the land;
On the broad campus in front of them, figures were immersed in practicing under the scorching sun. The exaggerated weights they carried made them dumbfounded.
From time to time, bursts of artillery fire and fire could be heard in the distance, and the roar was endless... It was the training soldiers conducting artillery training;
The supply trucks responsible for transporting ammunition and weapon cargo roared back and forth. On a distant fort that was being repaired, the crane made a heart-wrenching buzz and kicked up large amounts of dust.
Inside this city wall, it seems like another world!
"I'm asking you to make a trip again this time, Mr. Senior."
Just as the fish-men youths were curiously looking at the strange things in front of them, a deep voice with a smile suddenly sounded.
They were surprised to see a light blue lightning suddenly fall from the sky, and then a figure quickly condensed in front of them.
The man is young, in his twenties, wearing a straight military uniform, a wide cloak, a mustache, and a calm and solemn temperament.
Senior shook his head and said:
"It is my honor to serve your godfather."
He looked at the impressive navy in front of him, stretched out his hand, and said with a gentlemanly smile:
"Hello, Admiral Flying Squirrel."
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