It was not until evening that Zhang Tie returned to Saint Hena Port with the North Wind Fleet. After sinking the Holy Light Empire's giant vessel that morning, the officers and soldiers of the entire North Wind Fleet had spent the whole day in soaring spirits, their fighting intent blazing. They performed exceptionally well in that day's training and, naturally, won Zhang Tie's approval.
Zhang Tie personally inspected several main-gun turrets on the Snow Thorn battleship, as well as core operational areas such as the engine room, gaining a comprehensive understanding of the battleship's operation. Afterward, Zhang Tie approved the list of warships proposed by the North Wind Fleet to represent the fleet in tomorrow's showdown, and only then did the entire fleet begin its return voyage.
In the fading glow of the sunset, Zhang Tie stood alone at the bow of the Snow Thorn battleship, letting the sea breeze wash over him as he stared blankly at the evening clouds in the distance.
For some reason, Zhang Tie suddenly began to miss his family—his father, his mother, his older brother, and Beverly and the others.
If he could, Zhang Tie truly did not want to get mixed up in matters filled with slaughter and intrigue. He truly did not want to fight. If the world were at peace right now, he and his older brother could build a city on the Eastern Continent and leave it to the Zhang Family's descendants, so every generation of the Zhang Family could live without worries over food or clothing as landlords collecting rent. Then every day, he could leisurely spend his time with Beverly, Lan Yunxi, and the others—go wherever they wanted, play whatever they wanted, eat whatever they wanted, buy whatever they wanted. At night, they could work tirelessly at making