The victory of the first long-range naval battle.
Overwhelming range had crushed everything.
It was no longer the old kind of boarding combat.
A resounding victory.
The Devil Race had been slaughtered to the last.
There had been no attempt to search the sea for survivors.
Supplies did not allow it.
There was no need.
Those hostile Merfolk Race beneath the water were taken prisoner.
Lynn knew this was only the beginning.
According to intelligence, his enemies in the Central Lands were frantically preparing for war.
And he needed to keep testing combat.
Watching the war come to an end, Lynn gave the order. "The first long-range operation was a success."
"Return home."
On the voyage back, Lynn also wrote several sensitive issues into the Drill Manual's regulations.
In enclosed, cramped environments.
Repressed urges would rise sharply.
The problem was not obvious on battleships and aircraft carriers, but it had begun to emerge on cruisers.
The naval construction department knew they could free up a little more space.
The Devil Race navy was weak.
As long as they fought as a system, that would be enough.
According to the Drill Manual's regulations, over the course of twenty-four hours, every sailor, male or female, was to remain occupied with work.
Until it was time to sleep.
The navy's meals needed further improvement.
The island-hopping tactics would remain unchanged.
Lynn then issued these orders.
Improvements were to be made.
After that, Lynn would no longer take part in naval operations.
Instead, he issued orders to manufacture seabed cables for transmission, whether electrical cables or magical-power cables.
They would be used for transmission across the oceans.
They would be laid all the way along the islands.
Because this world had the Merfolk Race.
These installations even had underwater races helping with the work.