A bar in a small alley in Xicheng was crowded with men coming to relax, eating various snacks, drinking wine, and then talking to each other about the current affairs of the empire.

"Lin Dayan, how many soldiers have you chosen?" The middle-aged and middle-aged man sitting in the corner raised his wine glass and asked his friends at the next table.

It seems that this bar is mainly composed of Indians who surrendered. Although there was no discrimination in the empire, people of the same clan should be relatively friendly after all.

"In addition to Lin Xiong, who was selected at the beginning, my clan members said last time that he had become the platoon leader. This time his younger brother Han Shan was also selected. Unexpectedly, Lin Shu, a famous diseased seedling in our clan, could also be selected. This could lead to a big surprise among the clan members. Shi Lei, what about your clan members? How is the situation?"

"It seems that Xiongzi is promising. Only one of my clans has chosen it. Last time I wrote to me that I even became a logistics soldier, which is really embarrassing."

"Then you are far worse than my family. Han Shan followed his brother and was tall and strong. He went to the Third Army to become a famous infantryman. What was even more surprising was that he got on the battleship and became an artilleryman. He wrote that training was very hard, but he could hold on." Lin Dayan said with a little pride.

"I really didn't expect a boy who was about to die of illness to be so promising after he came back to life. Dayan, you have to treat him, and you will have three glorious imperial soldiers for your tribe."

"That's right, Dayan, you have to treat you. There is only one of our tribe members, and few of them are selected at the same time."

All the old friends I knew were around, and they heard Shi Lei's words and started to cheer together.

"If you please, please, are you afraid that you old guys will be poor? Old ghost, the wine you drink tonight will be recorded in my account." The generous Lin Dayan shouted to the tavern owner.

"Boy Lin, aren't you afraid of going home and kneeling on the washboard?"

The owner of the tavern is an old Indian man. He doesn't know how to distinguish himself like others. He can't tell the difference between the Han people and them at all. Only he still retains a little Indian characteristics. He was wiping the wine cabinet and quipped when he heard this.

"Don't worry, she won't ask about the pride of the boys in the clan."

"I heard that the Third Army is about to go to the southern continent to fight. Didn't it be mentioned in the letter from the boy Han Shan?"

A well-informed person around suddenly said.

"This is a good thing. Warriors can only prove their courage on the battlefield, but I don't have much hope for war. The white demons now face us like lambs. Do they have the courage to pick up weapons and fight us?"

Lin Dayan said sarcastically.

"That's right, I'm afraid they've all run away before we arrive."

Everyone around them echoed that the hatred towards the white people was deeply engraved in their blood and could not be eliminated in several generations. As long as there was something about them, there would be nothing good in this bar.

"I hope they can take up the courage to deal with us so that the newly enlisted boys can see blood. No matter what enemies they encounter in the future, they can fight bravely and win. Don't let us down."

"The newly formed Pacific Third Fleet is about to go on a war. The Lins of our tribe are also on it. I will go to see you off tomorrow. Who are you going?" Lin Dayan continued

"Go and cheer for the warriors of the empire to go to war. We must be there, not to mention that everyone here will not delay much trouble." Shi Lei immediately interjected, then turned around and looked at the people around him.

"Of course I have to go. This is a big deal. We must be there. Everyone catches their own carriage. If they don't use it, they may not have the chance to use it again in the future. There are too many new things in the empire, and it is too troublesome to be a good carriage."

"Then let's make a decision. I'll gather outside the west gate at 8 o'clock tomorrow." Lin Dayan shouted loudly, turned around and asked the boss who brought the wine to everyone: "Old ghost, do you want to go? If you go, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Of course I have to go. Can I not be aware of this at this time? If I were still young, I would definitely be one of those who went to the battlefield."

"Then we're determined. Now we drink happily and don't go home without getting drunk."

"Don't go back if you're drunk!"

As soon as the sky was dawn, Meng Fei got up and wiped his workbench carefully. Since joining the army, he has endured unimaginable rigorous training and was then assigned to a frigate of the Pacific Third Fleet to be a famous helmsman. With his rich experience in operating fishing boats, he quickly adapted to his job skillfully. He cherished his profession very much. Every day, he would carefully clean the console during training and always maintain a spotless state.

Meng Fei, sweating all over, had just completed his daily routine mission. He saw huge battleships parked in the distance in the sea breeze. He was full of envy. His current wish was to become the first mate of the battleship one day in the future. The captain didn't have to think about it. With his current cultural level, the first mate may still have hope. As long as he studies hard, he may be able to realize his wish one day in the future.

"Boy Meng Fei, get up so early again?"

The sudden question interrupted Meng Fei's contemplation.

"Want to get on the battleship?"

"Report to the captain, of course I want to go."

"I want to go there too. My wish is to make great contributions and then be able to command a battleship across the sea to destroy our enemies. If it is possible to go further, it would be even better to be able to command a squadron."

Captain Chen Xiaoyi stood beside Meng Fei, looked at the battleship in the distance and said.

"Report to the captain, I think as long as we work hard, we will definitely realize our wishes. Maybe we will be able to make contributions in this expedition."

"Boy, don't think about good things all day long. Look at our entire fleet, a hundred warships of all sizes, which are our turn to make contributions. Besides, don't think about the war this time. The white people don't have the courage to go to war with us on the sea. Just use their wooden ships to shoot one by one. Our expedition today may be a mission of armed parade and escort."

Captain Chen Xiaoyi cursed with a smile.

As the sky became brighter, the sailors were all preparing for the departure.

"Note, crew members, please be careful, immediately go up the deck to set up a welcome lineup, immediately go up the deck to set up a welcome lineup, His Majesty Yun Yi is coming soon."

Meng Fei, who was helping his comrades to make final preparations, suddenly heard the notification from the speaker, jumped three feet high in an instant, hurriedly ran to the deck, standing upright in the most standard military posture, although his feet were trembling with excitement.

His Majesty, the emperor who brought a safe and happy life to many Han people, was filled with respect for thousands of soldiers like Meng Fei.

Unfortunately, the dock is a little far away, so I can only see His Majesty who is holding a farewell ceremony from afar. I am vaguely unable to see it. I hope I can see him once one day.

It was not until the warship left the dock that everyone reluctantly withdrew their gaze like Meng Fei.
Chapter completed!