Following the squad leader, Zhang Yang entered the naval military district.
The Vast Sea City military district was somewhat different from what Zhang Yang had imagined, though not by much. The overall layout was square and orderly, clearly centered around the road beneath Zhang Yang's feet and arranged symmetrically.
On the road, fully armed patrol squads frequently brushed past Zhang Yang. Listening to the clanking of their full-body armor, Zhang Yang could not help recalling the Royal Knights who had escorted him to Spirit City two years ago.
Of course, whether in individual quality, strength, or spirit, these patrol soldiers were not even one-tenth as good as the Royal Knights. Yet they gave Zhang Yang a similar feeling—equally novel.
On both sides of the road stood two enormous dirt parade grounds. At the moment, over a thousand naval soldiers were training their physical fitness. Most of their drills involved equipment such as horizontal bars, balance beams, and obstacle courses, all to improve bodily stability and agility.
Come to think of it, weren't these exactly the qualities naval soldiers needed? Warships sailed across turbulent seas, so swaying was inevitable. Without good stability, they could not even live normally, let alone fight enemies.
After passing through the parade grounds and circling around the warship stone sculpture over ten meters tall in the middle of the road, Zhang Yang arrived at the foot of a building eighty meters tall and covering more than ten thousand square meters.
This building was the naval military district's office building, the tallest structure in the entire district. Besides it, there were more than a dozen dormitory buildings, along with several cafeterias, warehouses, workshops, hospitals, and other facilities scattered throughout the district.
At the far western edge of the district was even a connection to the military harbor,