God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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In the past, Moncomb felt that if he wanted to teach the Ceci family a lesson, he could only fantasize about it: the old man Ceci Serian would die suddenly, and the remaining Ceci family members would be busy fighting among themselves. Only then would his idea have a chance of coming true.

With Cecissian, the Ceci family is an opponent that is completely invincible. Even without Cecissian, it would be difficult to defeat the Ceci family members alone.

Among the remaining members of the Ceci family, there may not be anyone as strong as him, but it is undeniable that the Ceci family has a very sufficient and solid core of naval personnel.

With the cooperation of these people, the strength of the entire Kushan Navy has a very good lower limit, or rather, a lower limit that most people cannot reach.

Meng Kangbu was once one of the vast majority of people.

But things are different now.

Although there is still a significant gap between them and the Ceci family in terms of fleet size and naval personnel, with these Ninghai-class steel behemoths, everything becomes possible.

"Send the order to set sail!" After surveying the port, Moncomb waved his hand confidently and gave the order.

Communication from within the 'Ninghai-class' ships enabled their spirits to respond to the order immediately and begin preparations for departure.

Conventional large wooden warships would only set sail after confirming the corresponding flag command.

The very command to start the program reveals the most fundamental difference between the two.

“I hadn’t paid much attention before, but I didn’t expect the difference to be so big.” Standing on the deck, Sun Ce observed the condition of each ship and instantly noticed this difference.

Theoretically speaking, the Ninghai-class steel behemoth, which requires internal circulation to start and move forward, should have a faster response time than a wooden warship that only requires personnel to push the oars.

However, considering the delay in information transmission, the former is significantly faster than the latter.

"Ultimately, the fleet size is insufficient, so coordinated operations are necessary. If one day all warships on the ocean are steel behemoths, then a completely new change will occur, not just in tactics and command." Meng Kangbu slowly walked to the deck railing, looked at Sun Ce beside him, and stated his prediction, which was also a very likely outcome in the future.

Having spent his entire career in the navy, Meng Kangbu naturally understood the unique characteristics of Sun Ce and others.

Regardless of the reason for his determination, the problem he raised is certainly one that needs to be solved.

Even if this isn't the most urgent problem, it's still a very serious one.

Having and not having are two completely different concepts.

Those skilled in naval warfare may be said to be favored by fate, but ships on the ocean are truly a matter of power.

Sun Ce nodded thoughtfully, then understood Zhou Yu's plan, and also understood that the compensation given by the state was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"Let's talk about the rest later. What we need to do now is win this war. As for what future wars will look like, we'll only know after we win this one." Temporarily setting aside the complexities of the matter at hand, Sun Ce focused his attention and mind on the present. "All troops, prepare for ultra-long-range strikes!" Even without seeing any enemy, Meng Kangbu still issued the order, just like the previous long-range harassment.

However, this time was different. The eight Ninghai-class ships turned their vector projectors and locked onto the distance with a standard direction. Then they began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming rays of colored light that looked like glowing balls.

However, these dumplings all carry deadly risks, especially for the enemy.

However, Moncombe knew very well that such a blow would be unlikely to have an effect on Cecislian in his prime.

But that was only Cecilielian at his peak.

"In his youth, Cecilielian could freely mobilize the fleet's collective defenses, deploying them wherever he wanted, and even precisely defending multiple locations in multiple directions." Feeling the gazes watching him, Moncomb thought for a moment and then explained his actions.

"Testing the waters?" Sun Ce had considered this possibility and brought it up directly.

“Yes.” Moncomb then mobilized the fleet’s power to form an adaptive circulation system, amplifying the concentration of the essence of heaven and earth within the area, further strengthening the power within the system, and at the same time announcing his presence to the surrounding area.

With the Ninghai-class steel warships at its core, a circular system is formed without hesitation, conveying a tremendous deterrent and power.

This tells everyone around us, and also tells the Kushan Empire, where the main fleet of the Han Empire is.

No more concealment, no more harassment, but rather an attitude of eagerly anticipating a decisive battle to deal with everything that is about to happen.

And its terrifying aura did indeed travel for hundreds of miles around.

"What is this?" Seated inside the flagship, Cecislian quickly sensed this aura and felt that something was unusual.

“This is not the spirit of our army. And right now, on this ocean, the only army that can possess such spirit is the army of the Han Empire.” Kapil stood up in shock, frowned as he looked at the spirit emanating from the north, and then stated his conclusion.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Cecissian asked calmly with a smile.

“It’s strange. When the Han Empire’s navy faces us, it has always been harassing us from a very long distance. It has never shown such a warlike momentum before, nor has it shown any intention of seeking war.” Kapil’s words were tinged with worry.

It's quite unexpected that someone who has been avoiding their opponent would suddenly jump out and challenge them to a fight.

The fact that an opponent would make such a choice is likely a trap, leading them into a dangerous predicament.

"What is there for us to worry about on the ocean?" Cecissian glanced at Capil gently, his tone calm but revealing an undeniable confidence.

However, no one present doubted these words; on the contrary, they all thought they were absolutely correct.

"Notify the fleet to prepare to head north. Let us see what exciting things our adversary is preparing." Cecilielian's words carried no respect, only pure interest—interest in his opponent. (End of Chapter)