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Chapter 768 The Strictest Father Has Finally Arrived
After anchoring at sea for three days, the fleet split into two groups. The expeditionary fleet, led by the Dingyuan, carrying military observers from various countries, took advantage of the east wind and headed towards Japan.

Meanwhile, the exploration fleet led by Laiyuan headed south towards Quanzhou and Guangzhou ports. After resupplying and stopping at these two ports, they continued south towards the Persian Gulf.

Its function differed from that of the Dingyuan. Compared to the Dingyuan's significance in expeditions, the Laiyuan fleet carried a large number of merchant ships. This visit to Persia was also the first time that the Central Plains dynasty had conducted a state visit to Persia with such a high level of protocol.

Of course, its social significance is far less practical than its deterrent significance. After all, Persian ships at the moment are only five or seven zhang long, with the largest being only fifteen zhang. The arrival of this forty-zhang giant ship will probably only give these middlemen from Eurasia a small amount of intimidation.

The Dingyuan Fleet sailed for seven days and arrived at the port controlled by Liu Changsheng, where they would rest and resupply for two days.

When this massive fleet arrived, everyone, whether they were immigrants seeking gold or soldiers who had established their own pirate corps, was in tears.

Even the iron-willed Liu Changmao couldn't help but get teary-eyed when he saw his own fleet appear in the port. When others asked him about it, he could only say that he was confused by the sea breeze and that it was nothing to bother him.

"That huge ship! Those sails! Those giant cannons! Hurry, hurry, or you'll miss it!"

Dugu Xiaodi grabbed Zhang Feng and dragged him outside. Zhang Feng was studying in the barracks at the moment, and was a little annoyed by being pulled like this: "The exam is in a few days, why aren't you studying? Do you want to be a soldier for the rest of your life?"

"Oh dear, come quick! Would I ever hurt you?"

Brother Dugu didn't care about any of that and dragged Zhang Feng along, running wildly towards the harbor. Before they even reached the port, they could already see sails above the long stretch of trees.

"Wow..."

The moment Zhang Feng saw the sail, he stopped in his tracks, almost tripping over his brother Dugu. He pointed at the sail above the treetops: "Is that the boat?"

"Yes, come quickly!"

When they arrived at the port, it was already packed with people, all of whom were admiring the giant ships. Forty zhang wide! No joke, many rivers are less than forty zhang wide, and when that width is truly manifested on a ship, it can trigger megalophobia.

"Wow……"

Zhang Feng looked up at the large ship in front of him, its sails fluttering in the wind. He never imagined that one day he would look up at a ship and not even be able to see its gunwale. A ship that was twenty zhang long was big enough, but this ship that was forty zhang long looked ten times bigger than a ship that was twenty zhang long!
“This is our ship!” Brother Dugu pointed to the insignia on the ship: “Look, it’s the flag of the New Army.”

Zhang Feng took a deep breath and saw two other giant ships anchored not far away. He couldn't help but shiver, feeling a sense of security. The unease of being isolated overseas vanished in an instant.

It evokes the feeling of returning to one's hometown after years of travel and seeing the old locust tree at the village entrance.

At this moment, there is actually no war going on in the rear. The Maoren Allied Forces are almost at the capital. Right now, it's basically a do-or-die battle for the Jinling Military Academy. So, the people in the rear are relatively relaxed. Many gold and silver mines have started to be mined, and the gold rush has begun. The economic situation in this area is quite good.

At this critical juncture, the arrival of the large ship has left many people wondering what its purpose is. Surely it can't be here to mediate?

However, these things are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like Zhang Feng. He stood outside the crowd at the port, tiptoeing to look at the large ship. Although he couldn't go aboard, he was still thrilled by what he saw.

As someone who came here from a place of displacement to seek his fortune, Zhang Feng knew better than anyone what the strength of the country had to do with ordinary people like them. When he was young, the country was in ruins, and the emperor had abandoned the interests in the north and chosen to move south. The people in their region were like stray dogs thrown out by their owners. Not being able to eat was secondary; foreign tribes would come and plunder them from time to time, and they would be bullied by all sorts of strange creatures.

In recent years, as the country's strength has gradually increased, those once fierce and menacing foreign tribes are now able to make money peacefully. Previously, they had to bow and scrape when they encountered merchants from other countries, but now they even want to go to Kyoto, Japan, to slit their own throats and become envoys of the Han people.

This feeling is truly amazing.

Especially now that the motherland's fleet has arrived, what excites them is not the fleet itself, but the confidence behind it.

"There are so many foreigners getting off the ship, what are they doing there?" Zhang Feng pointed to the foreign envoys disembarking from the giant ship: "How are they allowed on my ship?"

“Brother Feng, that’s not something you can just do casually,” Brother Dugu said with a smile. “They must have been invited. We need to have a legitimate reason for everything we do. If we don’t let the world see what kind of beasts the Japanese are, then our actions will be illegitimate. These foreign lands will only think that our Great Wei is aggressive and unreasonable, and they will be more wary of our Great Wei in the future, and may even form alliances against us. But if we show them the terrible state of this place, then when our Great Wei takes action, they won’t say anything.”

"You really are a scion of a prestigious family, quite knowledgeable," Zhang Feng remarked. "Ah, it has to be you." "What are you talking about, Brother Feng? I'm hardly from a prestigious family. If the General ever decides to destroy the Dugu family, I'll be the first to burn their house down."

Zhang Feng chuckled, turned around and bought two servings of brown sugar pea flour from a nearby stall. After handing one to his brother Dugu, he asked, "Do you think they'll still fight now that the fleet is here?"

Brother Dugu pondered for a moment, smacked his lips, and shook his head: "That's hard to say, but the commander-in-chief probably won't easily change the battle plan. Moreover, the possibility of mediation is slim now. The Mao people and the Japanese have almost wiped out each other's races. Neither side is a good person, and their methods are extremely cruel. I think that this fleet's arrival here for so-called mediation is nothing more than sending the Japanese a stern father who doesn't care who is right or wrong and just punishes both sides equally."

Zhang Feng pointed at the giant ship: "Use it to fight?"

"Correct."

After a two-day rest, the fleet began its journey southward through the surrounding waters. Zhang Feng stood in the harbor, watching the massive fleet depart, a sense of loss washing over him. He truly longed to one day sail on such a large ship, cutting through the seas. During night school, he had learned in navigation class that to the far east lay a vast expanse of land, and to the far west lay a large territory. The four cardinal directions held immense potential, and ultimately, all of this depended on the sea.

"Brother Feng, let's go. They'll be back." Brother Dugu clutched a bellyband in his hand: "I still need to give this bellyband to Sister Xiuxiang."

"Do you think we could sail far away in the future?"

"Yes, but you have to take an exam first. I applied for first mate, what did Brother Feng apply for?"

"I registered for the pilot flight."

Brother Dugu gave Zhang Feng a thumbs up: "If we pass the exam, we can still be on the same boat!"

A few days later, the fleet had approached Osaka Bay. The Kyoto region, which was already engaged in battle, had no time to pay attention to how many ships had arrived, and even their ports were now undefended.

The accompanying soldiers quickly established a defensive zone in this area, taking advantage of the terrain, and immediately seized several key transportation routes and used the fleet to blockade all the sea outlets in the area.

With the observers in place, the next step is to execute the plan step by step.

The first step is to contact Japanese personnel for mediation and negotiation. If the Japanese side agrees, then the mediation stage will begin. If the Japanese side does not agree, the mediation stage will also begin.

The second step is to persuade both sides. If either side disagrees with a ceasefire, then a state of war will ensue. If both sides agree to a ceasefire, then the next stage, the negotiation stage, will begin.

The third step is the negotiation stage. This negotiation is not between the Mao people and the Japanese, but between the Mao people, the Japanese, and the mediators. Whether they directly cease hostilities or the mediators force them to cease hostilities, this process will not change.

The fourth step is to deal with the outcome of the negotiations. Given the cruelty of the war between the two sides and the offense to the East Asian Papas, they will be packed up and exiled to the west of Persia... so that they can reflect on their actions there.

Shipping costs are generously covered by the East Asian father.

Well, this echoes the westward-bound fleet. It can be considered a great gift from the great Eastern empire to the great Western Roman empire. Hopefully, they can handle this group of yellow-skinned, short people, otherwise they would feel somewhat indebted to the affectionate gift from the East.

To be honest, sometimes even Xia Lin himself couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of sending hundreds of thousands or even millions of bastards to Europe to work with white papers.

White people like playing in the arena, right? Well, they'd better get really ready this time. Those bastards aren't easy to deal with. If it weren't for the excellent matchmaking system in the Asian region that kept them under the Five Elements Mountain, they would be in for a lot of trouble.

I wonder if those white people who eat meat all day long until they vomit, who don't wear clothes, and who are always thinking about whether 300 people can withstand a battle against 300,000 white people.

Of course, Xia Lin hoped they could hold out, but it didn't matter if they couldn't. If those idiots wanted to launch a counterattack, they'd definitely have to engage in a fierce battle with the Persian Empire first. By the time they returned to the Asian region, they'd probably be crushed by Red Flag tractors.

Xia Lin's cleanup plan officially began, using the most compassionate methods to deal with a bunch of scoundrels, killing three birds with one stone, a win-win situation.

At this moment, he had already begun to arrogantly imagine the exciting plot of Baka's encounter with Huangpi... Oh, right, what is Yuyu doing right now? Should he teach Baka to make soap or teach Yuyu to grow potatoes?
(End of this chapter)