If this were a normal ancient era, Shen Tang's idea for a submarine would surely have been impossible. The technology and materials simply wouldn't support it. But this age was different—anything under the heavens could be made real with Word Spirits. If you could think of it, a Word Spirit could make it happen.
"A submarine is exactly what the name suggests: a vessel that can travel underwater. Our soldiers' swimming skills, dive times, and diving depths all fall far short of theirs. If we could sail underwater, wouldn't that help narrow the gap as much as possible?" Shen Tang had begun preparing for war against the Southwest Continent years ago. Limited by geography, they could only conduct basic training, such as honing the soldiers' swimming skills and teaching them to fight aboard ships and underwater.
The soldiers had trained with no shortage of diligence and hard work.
But they couldn't compare with the Southwest warriors, who had been familiar with all this since childhood.
Everyone was long accustomed to their lord's unconventional way of thinking, and to her sudden bursts of inspiration and creativity. But—even if the idea was good, it was poor value for the effort. Even Wei Shou could see the problem. "How deep could a submarine dive?"
"Ten zhang or so should be possible?"
They would have to wait for Bei Jiu's tests to get precise figures.
Wei Shou shook his head. "That's too shallow."
If the water on the battlefield wasn't deep enough, the submarine would be useless.
The rivers of the Southwest Continent varied greatly in depth.
The shallowest were barely over three zhang, while the deepest came close to thirty-six! An ordinary Martial Gall Warrior with some swimming skill could dive four or five zhang and use a breath-holding technique to move around