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Hearing the lookout's report, Big Mouse immediately rushed to the side of the ship and strained to gaze into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the edge of a continent appear on the distant horizon, and he immediately shouted an order.

"Stop the ship! Stop the ship! Lower the sails and drop anchor! Stop right here!"

The sailors on deck were all stunned, staring at him in confusion. The Captain of the Fubo hurried over and asked,

"Commander Big Mouse, why are we stopping now? If we continue under full sail, we can definitely reach our destination before noon."

"What the hell do you know? What's the rush? We're here to fight a war, not to hurry along the road. Now isn't the best time. To avoid exposing our target ahead of time, I order you to stop the ship now. We'll continue at dusk." Big Mouse gave the Captain a furious dressing-down. Helpless, the Captain could only order the sailors to bring the ship to a halt.

Since the Han Tribe had never had a professional naval force before, the Captain of the Fubo had merely been selected from among the captains of the former three-masted transport ships. He was highly skilled at sailing, but when it came to military warfare, he did not understand a thing.

Big Mouse, on the other hand, was a Prefect on the Han Tribe's side. He had participated in battles against the Cannibal Tribe and had once commanded the Han Tribe's early professional army, so he understood military affairs somewhat better. However, when it came to long-distance sea voyages, he was still a complete novice.

But since Luo Chong had appointed him as the commander of the Fubo Guard, he naturally could not have failed to consider this point. Thus, although the Fubo