Chapter 182 The Development of the North Sea Fleet

The young and simple faces of the fishmen were gradually filled with expressions of shock and surprise.

They stood on tiptoe, leaned their heads on the railings of the ship, and stared with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen something incredible.

They all held their breath, stared in astonishment, and could not say a word... completely shocked by the grandeur and magnificence of the scene before their eyes.

Senior stood behind them, quietly watching the huge and solemn military base gradually emerging on the sea in the distance, with the same complex emotions in his eyes.

Because of the cooperation between the Don Quixote family and the North Sea Fleet, he, as the only liaison and middleman between the family and the North Sea Fleet, had entered and exited the North Sea from the New World many times, and it was not the first time he came to the headquarters of the North Sea Navy.

But no matter how many times, when he saw this military base with his own eyes, Senior had an indescribable feeling and shock in his heart.

Compared to the dilapidated and ordinary 321st branch many years ago, after the development in the past two years, this naval base, which should have been ordinary, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The towering city wall, more than 50 meters high, stands high above the sea level, built of solid rocks, completely surrounding the interior of the military base.

Inside the base, majestic military fortresses can be vaguely seen rising from the ground, and the snow-white seagull flag is flying on the gray-black dome.

One after another, dark and heavy cannons are protruding from the wide holes in the city wall, almost without any blind spots for attack, enough to cover the sea surface in any direction, like the fangs and claws of a giant beast, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder.

Under the city wall of the military base, there is only one entrance and exit that can accommodate a warship. Under the shadow of the city wall, the dark waters seem to lead to the Styx of hell, which is daunting.

Around the base, there are several normal-sized conventional warships, cruising around the surrounding seas, leaving white traces on the sea.

From a distance, this huge and strict military fortress is like a war beast that will never fall. The iron-blooded aura it exudes is enough to drive out all invaders... and wipe them out completely!

"This is the North Sea Naval Base, the 321st branch under the Navy Headquarters."

A stream of white smoke slowly spit out from Senior's mouth, and his voice inexplicably became a little hoarse.

"A branch under the Navy Headquarters?"

"This is just a branch, so is the Navy Headquarters even more powerful than this scale!?"

"This is too amazing!"

"Has the military strength of the human world reached this level?"

"..."

The fish-man teenagers exclaimed in horror.

As far as they know, if a branch has such an oppressive feeling... then how terrifying the headquarters should be, which is simply unimaginable for their limited knowledge.

Hearing their exclamations, Senior did not explain.

It was difficult for him to explain clearly that the North Sea 321 Branch was not an ordinary naval branch, and to some extent, it had little connection with the Navy Headquarters of the Grand Line.

Marinford's order might be able to mobilize troops from other seas, but it would definitely not work in the North Sea.

The most terrifying thing is that the Navy Headquarters knew nothing about all the changes in the 321 Branch over the years.

No pirate ship could leave the North Sea safely without obtaining a pass from the North Sea Fleet.

Only caravans and ships that have obtained a pass from the North Sea Fleet can legally enter and exit the North Sea.

Even powerful caravans and even official ships of member states are not allowed to approach the 500-nautical-mile radius of the 321 Branch.

Once the regulations are violated, the North Sea Fleet will sink them directly without any conditions.

For this arrogant and rude regulation, most countries in the North Sea are happily abiding by it under the offensive of a large number of political donations.

As for those countries that are unwilling to comply, when their officials and politicians who oppose this policy die due to some "unexpected factors", the wind direction will change.

Pirates will disappear, trade will be stable, routes will be stable, and the economy and people's livelihood will develop... In fact, politicians and civilians in the North Sea countries will be very satisfied with the results of such "regulations" in the end.

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 covering the sky of this sea area.

Bring deterrence, stability, peace and absolute... order here!

Thinking of this, Senior took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone cheer up, we are about to enter the base passage."

"If you don't want to be killed on the spot, be quiet and don't move around."

He glanced at the fish-man teenagers headed by Jinbei, who stood straight one by one, not daring to breathe, and silently added in his heart.

'After all, this is the most powerful fleet on the sea today... the headquarters of the North Sea Fleet! ’

Senior slowly took out a flare from his bosom and fired it.

Suddenly, a fiery red light swayed its tail and rose from the merchant ship into the sky.

The conventional warships on cruise responded quickly, quickly approached, and guided the direction in an escort posture.

The merchant ship moved forward steadily, and the heavily guarded military base was getting 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 fish-men tribe felt their eyes suddenly open 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 tribe boys 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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