Five months later, Zhang Yang moved back into his officer dormitory at the Vast Sea City Naval Base.
Because the 23rd Fleet had nearly been wiped out twice, and the commanding officers of the other fleets had also suffered numerous casualties, the Base Chief simply took advantage of the suspension of Patrol Missions to dismantle the 23rd Fleet and assign its personnel to other fleets.
As a result, Zhang Yang was no longer an officer with real authority, troops under his command, and the ability to put to sea.
According to the plan, the 23rd Fleet and the 15th Fleet would not be reorganized until after the Purple Pearl Pirate Group had been destroyed. So Zhang Yang had even less to do now than before.
Since Zhang Yang had been on leave for too long, his personal guard, Yue Yun, had been taken away by a newly appointed Officer. Zhang Yang truly did not have a single subordinate left.
However, Zhang Yang took the opportunity to request a forty-five-year-old Level 18 Soul Master from the Base Chief. He promised him a monthly subsidy of fifty Gold Soul Coins, and the man happily became his personal guard.
Sun Shanfu was forty-five years old this year. His Soul Power was Level 18, his Martial Soul was an Iron Nail, and his Innate Soul Power had only been half a level.
Given his diligence and talent, he likely had no hope of breaking through to Level 20 in this lifetime. He had long since grown lax in cultivation, so tempted by the monthly subsidy of fifty Gold Soul Coins, he lowered the proud head of a Soul Master and happily became Zhang Yang's personal guard.
As an old veteran who had spent twenty-five years muddling through the navy, Sun Shanfu truly required Zhang