I built an armada.

Hundreds of years have quietly passed on this historical timeline.

Centuries later, the Longxia Navy appeared in the European waters with its powerful fleet.

This place was once the source of disaster for the Longxia tribe, and also the origin of the great powers' division of the Longxia tribe's sphere of influence.

However, the Longxia naval fleet appeared here in an unprecedented way, announcing to the great powers that the Longxia tribe had returned and was destined to stand at the top of the world!

At the port, deafening cheers erupted from the waiting crowd of Longxia people. Many waved their arms excitedly, and some even had tears in their eyes.

Those familiar flags and those majestic ship silhouettes became their strongest support at that moment.

Meanwhile, the people of other countries who were watching the spectacle saw the magnificent fleet arrive as promised, and compared it with the petty thoughts and actions of their own governments, they couldn't help but feel a sour feeling.

Some people who had initially come with a sense of amusement were now speechless, only able to look at the jubilant Longxia people and the powerful fleet representing Eastern power in the distance with complicated emotions.

With its powerful projection capabilities and responsible attitude, the Longxia Navy has transformed the "difficulties" and "embarrassments" that the West attempted to create into a grand display of national strength and cohesion.

The homesick travelers and the mothership that arrived as promised created a scene in this foreign port that could shake the world.

When the Longxia Navy's steel formation, led by a majestic 10,000-ton destroyer and guarded by several sharply styled Type 052D guided-missile destroyers like loyal guardians, slowly cut through the iconic gray-green waves of the North Atlantic with a calmness and majesty that seemed to transcend time and space.

When it appeared in the outer waters of the port designated by the British tribe, the entire port, along with the historic global city behind it, seemed as if an invisible strategic boulder had been thrown into it, stirring up huge waves on both a real and psychological level!

It was not just the physical approach of the steel behemoth, but the powerful arrival of an unprecedented symbol of power.

The silver-gray hull reflected the gloomy light beneath the low-hanging clouds, appearing cold and austere.

The fluttering flags, like burning flames, herald the arrival of a new era in this waterway that was once entirely defined by Western maritime hegemony.

The fleet sailed with such composure, exuding an air of unhurried confidence stemming from absolute power; every wave it cleaved seemed to be writing a silent declaration.

The crowd, who had been eagerly waiting for this moment, erupted into a thunderous roar of cheers and shouts, like a powder keg that had been lit!

The sound was no longer just simple noise, but a torrent of emotions that had been suppressed for too long finally finding an outlet.

They converged into a powerful and overwhelming sound wave, soaring straight into the gloomy sky, even briefly overpowering the ceaseless howling winds of the North Sea and the mechanized clamor of the port itself.

"They're here! They're really here!"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed young student spotted the Longxia Navy's warships first, waving his rather simple dragon flag with great enthusiasm, his voice sharp and distorted with extreme excitement.

"Our motherland has not forgotten us! The navy has come to take us home!"

"Look! That's our flag! Our warships!"

"We can finally go back! I'm so happy and excited! Our motherland is the best!"

Many more people pointed to the increasingly clear silhouette of the ship in the distance, their words filled with indescribable pride and excitement.

At the forefront of this bustling crowd, the emotional impact experienced by those Longxia international students and high-caliber talents who had been unreasonably detained and endured months or even longer of torment and uncertainty, such as Lu Xiangdong and Ma Jiancheng, was far greater than that of others.

They wore clothes that might have been worn out from the hardships of their journey, but which they had deliberately kept clean, and stood stubbornly at the front of the crowd like soldiers about to be inspected.

Gazing at the distant, majestic, mountain-like silver-gray hull that seemed to rise slowly from the sea, and the familiar flag that fluttered freely in the wind, the strong shell that had held up for months shattered instantly, and his eyes uncontrollably welled up with tears and turned red.

Lu Xiangdong, a scholar with significant achievements in materials science and known for his rationality, subconsciously pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, as if trying to confirm more clearly that the scene before him was not a dream.

Behind the lens, those eyes, accustomed to observing the microscopic world, were now flushed with a distinct redness, their vision blurring and then clearing, clearing and then blurring again.

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it, yet it carried immense weight: "Before... in textbooks, in the news, when I saw the country's economy taking off, when I saw the navy ships being built like dumplings, when I saw the military parades, I always felt..."

"I always felt like I was watching someone else's story through a screen. I was happy, of course, but that feeling was indirect and abstract... This time... this time I truly felt it!"

His voice began to choke uncontrollably, and after a moment's pause, he continued, "This is not just a fleet, this is... this is a moving territory!"

"It is the strong arm that our motherland has extended across oceans and overcame all obstacles! This arm can reach for the moon and protect its own offspring!"

His tone carried a sense of sudden realization and profound emotion.

Standing next to him was Ma Jiancheng, a senior engineer who had participated in several major national engineering projects and had polished countless precision parts with his own hands.

At this moment, however, he was like a young man, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his body, marked by the passage of time, trembling slightly from extreme excitement.

His gaze was fixed on the sharply defined bridge of the leading 10,000-ton destroyer.

His mind was filled with uncontrollable flashbacks of the unease and humiliation he had experienced during his detention, as well as the cautious anticipation and encouragement he felt when embassy staff went to great lengths and risked their lives to secretly pass on messages.

The shadows of the past stand in stark contrast to the powerful, warm, and tangible national strength before us.

An indescribable sense of belonging and an unprecedented sense of security, rooted deep in my blood, swept through my body like a warm current, dispelling all the accumulated chill.

"Old Lu, you're right... It's of great significance, extremely significant..."

His voice was hoarse and deep, "Without a strong motherland as our backing, we people, in such a predicament, would probably..."

He didn't say anything more, but patted Lu Xiangdong's shoulder heavily, again and again. All the complex emotions—the relief of surviving the disaster, the excitement of being triumphant, and the heartfelt pride in the strength of the motherland—were poured into this silent gesture.

They understood more deeply than anyone else present that the significance of this fleet that had come from afar went far beyond the evacuation operation itself.

Because it clearly demonstrates that Longxia possesses the unquestionable capability and unwavering determination to effectively defend the rights and interests of its citizens and the core interests of its nation in any corner of the world.

Those ordinary Longxia people who were not detained but also chose to take this opportunity to return home—students, businessmen, and migrant workers—were also filled with emotion at this moment.

They dragged their luggage, big and small, gazing at their motherland's warships, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. There was the joy of returning home, the anticipation of the future, and a sense of reassurance that "there are people behind you."

The concept of home and country has never been so clear and concrete at this moment. Even those Longxia people who originally had no intention of returning home and had only come to observe were deeply shocked by the scene before them.

They may have already settled here, with stable jobs and lives, but witnessing the majestic presence of the motherland's navy and feeling its powerful aura ignited a deep sense of national identity and pride in the country's strength within them.

"So...our navy has become this powerful..."

"Our fleet is so magnificent and spectacular."

"How come the British Royal Navy's warships look inferior to ours?"

Someone sighed softly, their eyes filled with complex emotions—pride, surprise, and perhaps a hint of rethinking the future.

However, in stark contrast to this group of excited Longxia people was another group of people who also had Eastern features but seemed out of place.

Those "new Britons" who had already immigrated here and even acquired British citizenship.

They mingled at the edge or back of the crowd, their eyes darting around, their expressions complex.

Faced with the excitement and questions from their fellow Longxia people, they could only smile awkwardly or simply lower their heads and pretend they didn't see anything.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What's so interesting about that..."

His tone carried a subtle hint of bitterness and evasion.

Their past choices now appear particularly subtle and awkward in the context of the powerful display of the motherland's strength.

The flag fluttering in the wind and the majestic warship seemed to be silently questioning their identity and sense of belonging.

Among the crowd at the port were some Eastern Wilderness people who looked solemn and remained silent.

They came under orders to observe, or they came spontaneously out of some complex motive.

As the massive, technologically advanced, and sleek hull of the Longxia Navy slowly approached, an invisible yet suffocating sense of oppression washed over them.

A former naval officer from the Eastern Wilderness, dressed in civilian clothes, looked at the Dragon Summer warship, which was more magnificent than any ship he could remember.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he sighed in a voice only he could hear: "Such an opponent... such a gap in skill... we truly had no reason to lose back then..."

A deep sense of powerlessness and anxiety about the future gripped his heart.

Meanwhile, in the open sea outside the port, another silent contest was also unfolding.

A task force dispatched by the Royal Navy, centered around the aircraft carrier HMS Queen Elizabeth, is already lined up and waiting to carry out the so-called "welcoming" mission.

The aircraft carrier's captain, Blackett, stood in the command room on the island superstructure, looking through the porthole at the Longxia naval formation approaching at a steady speed in the distance, his face extremely grim.

His heart was filled with bitterness and a huge sense of disappointment.

Despite the massive size of the HMS Queen Elizabeth and its status as a product of modern technology, a close comparison reveals differences in both the simplicity and stealth of its hull design and the level of electronic technology demonstrated by the integration of its superstructure.

Or perhaps it was the visual impact of the other side's several 10,000-ton destroyers that made him clearly feel a generational gap.

The cold, efficient, and combat-ready demeanor of the opposing ships contrasted sharply with the advanced but somewhat "traditional" and "bulky" aircraft carrier beneath my feet.

They used to mock the Dragon Summer Navy's warships, saying they were old relics that should be put in a museum, together with the Eagle Tribe Navy. But now, only a few short years later, a tremendous change has taken place.

It's time for their warships to be put in a museum!
"This is simply... a social death scene..."

Blackett could almost imagine how many telescopes, telephoto lenses, and even military reconnaissance equipment were pointed at this spot, recording this stark contrast.

The glory of the Royal Navy seemed to be placed under the spotlight at this moment, facing a cruel contrast with the emerging powers, and he was one of the protagonists in this awkward scene.

Just then, the communications officer reported: "Captain, Senior Colonel Zhou Qinglei, commander of the Longxia Naval Expeditionary Fleet, requests to speak with you."

Blackett took a deep breath, composed himself, and connected to the communication channel.

The two commanders exchanged brief, formal exchanges in accordance with international naval protocol.

Zhou Qinglei's voice was calm and powerful as he expressed his gratitude for the British arrangements and suggested that both fleets proceed in tandem towards their final destination, according to the pre-arranged plan.

"Your proposal is approved, Commander Zhou. The Royal Navy will guide your fleet into the designated channel."

Blackett tried to make his voice sound calm and professional.

Despite the turmoil within, outward manners and posture must be maintained.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of countless people, a highly symbolic scene emerged.

The small but technologically advanced and imposing Longxia naval fleet, along with the large but somewhat traditional British aircraft carrier fleet, maintained a safe distance and sailed side by side slowly toward the port.

This seemingly harmonious "flying side by side" is actually a silent declaration of the ebb and flow of two eras and two forces.

When these photos and short videos from the scene were quickly transmitted back to China via the internet and posted on the "Iron-Blooded Military Forum," the entire forum erupted in excitement!
Holy crap! That's awesome!!!

"Tears welled up in my eyes! This is our great navy!"

"That 10,000-ton destroyer is so cool! Why does that British aircraft carrier next to it look a bit... clumsy?"

"Upstairs, what a blunt truth! But... I think so too, haha!"

Countless netizens expressed their overwhelming excitement.

Netizens have mixed feelings about Britain, a long-established world power, sending an aircraft carrier fleet to "welcome" them. (End of this chapter)