"Long live!"
The young officers suddenly burst into cheers, for they realized that their chance to win glory would soon arrive.
As those junior and mid-ranking officers returned to their posts, morale throughout the fleet suddenly soared.
"Won't leaking the news now cause problems?" someone asked anxiously.
"What's the point of keeping it secret now? So many media outlets have already reported it. Besides, this fleet's voyage to the Mediterranean Sea may involve a mission to the Otherworld Heart."
"So it's better to tell everyone early and let the fleet prepare!"
As he spoke, commander Chen Dayong's eyes flashed coldly. Pointing to an intelligence report, he said, "Those Lunying bastards never learn their lesson. They actually dared send another fleet toward the Mediterranean Sea. Do they think I wouldn't dare bomb them to the bottom?"
"It's not just Lunying. North America has sent a fleet too. In fact, every major power worth mentioning in this world has sent one. Looks like they all want to snatch a bite from Great Chu's mouth—steal food from a tiger's jaws!"
"What can you do? It's an entire world! The temptation is simply too great!"
"Hmph. Great Chu is used to keeping the whole feast for itself. Anyone who wants to take advantage of us had better see whether their fists are hard enough!"
Two days later, the massive two-carrier strike group neared the Mediterranean Sea.
The entire fleet remained on combat alert. Wherever it passed, the fleets of countries that had come purely to watch the spectacle scattered out of its way.
A navy was, after all, something only a true great power could afford—especially aircraft carriers.
Before Great Chu's two-carrier strike group, the so-called navies that had sent a few destroyers and the like practically fled at the sight of it!
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